An ocean of clouds was obscuring the underlying woodland valleys, but I could clearly see the snow-clad Apuan Alps surrounding the Pass like a frame. A certain majesty, acquired over centuries of history, emanated from everything in this silent, peaceful place. It has existed for a long, long time: from the moment the Lombards and the Byzantines defined their territories, this area became a borderland.
Here two awe-inspiring gray buildings stand on both sides of the road as protective guards; on the right side, a steep staircase surrounded by fir and ash trees leads to a tiny and beautiful church erected in the first part of the 20th century, named after the global patron saint of athletes: “Nostra Signora della Guardia”. On the 29th of August each year, numerous pilgrims journey here from neighboring towns. The real attraction of this church is its interior, because the stained glass windows that catch all the external light create a sense of magnificence, and I immediately feel connected to my deeper self.